The pic above was my inspiration

It's a lil different than the other one. No rape is mentioned, but there is a gruesome beating.

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I should have known she would taunt me. After all, she had him first.

I knew she was a terrible person, and yet, I disregarded Axl's warnings and met up with her for "a friendly chat" anyway. Axl had no idea that I had even done this. He assumed I was at home, resting—like any other pregnant woman would be—while he was at the studio.

Little did I know, my "meet up" with his ex would turn sour real quick.

We met in a small café, where many girls would meet with their friends.

She and I were never friends.

She occupied a small table in the very back, far from the roaming eyes of the bored baristas. I should have questioned this. Key word: should. But I was foolish enough to think she would be kind.

Instead of kindness, I was greeted with cold, calculated cruelty.

She sneered as I sat before her, then made a quick glance to her ruby fingernails.

"It seems you've fallen into my trap," she said, finally peering up at me.

"Excuse me?" I asked, utterly confounded. What the hell was she talking about?

"You think you can have him?" She said lowly, slamming her hands on the table and levelling her eyes with mine.

My heart pounded in fear.  Was she going to hurt me?

"He's mine. He's been mine all along. He's just stringing you along to play with me," she jeered, a look of satisfaction coming across her face.

It all clicked. She was going to hurt me. Not only was she going to hurt me, she would hurt my baby. Terrified and slightly angry with the notion, I hoisted myself up, slamming a crisp $5 bill on the table. I then exited the café, running as quickly as my voluptuous stomach would allow.

I didn't make it very far before a hand yanked my head to the right, pulling me into an alley. I gripped onto her wrist and twisted her arm, causing it to pin behind her, a gruesome snap sounding.

She wailed in anger and pain as I let her arm go. I was unprepared for what would happen next.

She lunged at me, sending me onto the floor of the alley. She pinned me down, using her good hand to punch the shit out of my face. I kicked my legs, but it did no good.

Finally I wriggled my arm out from under her and clawed her face. She got off me, cradling her face in her hands as a little blood dribbled through her fingers.

Slowly, I got up, using the brick wall as a support. She wailed like a banshee, still covering her face.

I gathered what strength I had and went to my car, utterly worn out and shaking from my adrenaline high.

I drove myself back home, unsure of who to go to or what to do.

And here I am.

As I pull up, I notice Axl's car parked in front of the house. Fuck. He called the house and I wasn't there. He knows.

As I get out of the car, Axl runs out of the house, shouting "Where the fuck have you been?"

He envelops me in a hug, holding me tight. I slightly push him away, as he's touching some sore spots.

He pulls away, cupping my chin with one hand and tilting it up to inspect the damage. Lightly, he thumbs the corner of my mouth. I hiss at the slight stinging sensation it produces.

The silence is suffocating.

Finally, his eyes meet mine. Axl's gorgeous crystals burn with an intense rage.

My heart skips a beat, my stomach churns.

What's on his mind?

"Who did this to you?" Axl asks in a low voice, his anger just barely restrained.

That's it. That's all it takes. I tell him everything. Axl only grows angrier with every word. His rage is just barely under control.

When I finish, steam is practically blowing out of Axl's ears. He gives me a tender look before hopping into his car and speeding out of the driveway.